Rising Gale

My execution draws near...
The noose beckons. My days dwindle. And still, my story is unfinished.
Tears are left to be shed. Blood has yet to be spilled. Lend me your ear once more to hear of sins and failures. Of swords and shadows. Of violet lightning and black blood.

For it was I who began the war of the gods.

A moody, banter-laced, violent, and poetic framed story - Z.B. Steele presents Rising Gale, book two of Song of the Damned.